Above The Sky

For the first time, Ian's eyes focused on Viscount Grant in the center of the study.

This dark-brown-haired aristocrat is fifty-eight years old this year, but his skin is smooth, his eyes are bright, there is no wrinkle or old age, and there are ripples like water waves in his light blue eyes. This is the bloodline of the Grant family.' The power of the abyssal lizard allows the viscount to control the moisture in and around him, which can not only delay aging, but also use it to fight enemies.

"You are Ian."

Looking at Elder Pude, the Viscount nodded slightly. He had calmed down and looked at Ian with interest, and then showed admiration: "Yes, very beautiful child. Show you your psionic power."

Ian didn't say much, he opened the vision of precognition, and there was a light blue fluorescence in his eyes.

Noticing this, Viscount Grant's expression moved slightly: "So fast? The control is quite good. Did you really wake up a few days ago?"

Because of the face-to-face staring, he was already mentally prepared, and he also felt that he seemed to have a vague sense of prying, and he couldn't help nodding: "Sure enough, it is the psychic power of the observation system. Very good."

If it is not the psionic power of the combat system, it is impossible to have force too early. When the advanced materials and inheritance are stuck, the psionicist of the observation system cannot pose any threat to his authority.

But on the other hand, the psionic energy of the observation department is the favorite assistant of all the powerhouses, and the warnings and prompts they bring can always benefit a team a lot.

"It's a pity that I'm too young to start practicing right now."

Turning his head, Viscount Grant said: "Pude, I will hand over the inheritance to you, and you are responsible for choosing the timing of teaching."

He looked at Ian again, smiled and said, "Ian, don't forget that you are a citizen of the empire. If Elder Pude can't continue to teach you in the future, you can come to me and ask."

Having said that, he put it on the table, obviously picking up a brass pocket watch that he had prepared a long time ago: "A little gift, as a congratulations to the first naturally awakened psionicist in Port Harrison. In the future, I will serve the empire Contribute more to live up to the grace of nurturing and sheltering."

The brass pocket watch handed out bears the coat of arms of a giant beast, which looks like a giant whale, but has solid scales and raised crystals, decorated with colored quartz.

——My dear, this is Shien robbing people and taking the lead.

Ian noticed that Elder Pude's expression was a little strange with the corner of his eye, and he understood what was going on in an instant.

Everything else is trivial, emphasizing that the empire ignores the people of Bai, and the most important thing is that this viscount only gave some of the most basic cultivation steps, and firmly grasped the subsequent inheritance in his own hands.

Generally speaking, ordinary people have to wait until after puberty to start their sublimation practice, and they will be at least 20 years old when they have achieved initial success, condensed the source seed, and began to perfect the true shape of the bloodline.

At that time, if Ian wanted to go further, he had to go to Viscount Grant to apply for an inquiry... Ian was about twenty years old, and Elder Pude was old. As a young and powerful psionicist, he would gradually become Port Harrison. The new core of the white people.

But unlike Elder Pude, he must be closely attached to Viscount Grant in order to go further on the road of sublimation and have power.

In this way, in more than ten years, the white people of Port Harrison will completely become the Viscount's personal power.

This can't be good or bad. In the Empire, how many people don't deserve to be recruited and annexed.

The problem is that Ian noticed that Elder Pude's strange expression was not the helplessness of being forced to swallow the bitter fruit of the conspiracy, but a trace of unexpected joy.

Ian didn't understand why at first, but when he thanked him obediently and reached for the brass pocket watch from Viscount Grant's hand, the boy suddenly understood.

"Viscount Grant... gave the inheritance to the white people?"

Slightly startled in his heart, Ian has now figured out what the deal between these two old guys is about: "The people of White in Harrison Harbor are exiles, deprived of all sublimation inheritance, and have nothing - Elder Pude is an exception, But there is no way for him to pass on his bloodline inheritance to other white people who do not have the corresponding bloodline."

"But this time is different... At the cost of my future attachment to the people of White, Elder Pude once again allowed the people of White to obtain their own inheritance from Viscount Grant!"

"Although it is only the most basic inheritance, it is also sublimation, the root of extraordinary power!"

Viscount Grant entrusted the inheritance to Elder Pude, and theoretically it can only be taught to Ian, but how is this possible?

Whenever a suitable embryo appears, let alone Pude, even Ian will try to let the other party learn and enhance the power of his own clan.

In this ancient feudal age, talking about any ideology is superfluous, the same blood itself is the greatest cohesive force, even in an advanced future.

Compared with inheritance, depending on the nobles is not a price at all, it is a benefit at all.

"My dear, it seems that the people of White have taken advantage of it - Viscount Grant can be considered quite generous!"

Everything has been figured out, Ian is very polite and well-behaved on the surface.

He pretended to be very grateful, thanking the Lord Viscount for his gift, and touting the majesty and ability of Viscount Grant, as well as the swift instructions last night, so that the panicked refugees did not cause any disturbance when they entered the city.

He recalls the well-organized, well-trained knights he returned to the city, half disguise, half heartfelt praise.

- The other party does have real materials.

"Haha, exaggerated."

Even the Viscount Grant is quite useful to the eight-year-old boy's heartfelt praise. In fact, he has always felt that he is quite capable and means, but because of the neglect of the imperial capital and political reasons, it does not make sense.

And now, there is just the right time to show it, someone touts it, and he is naturally happy physically and mentally.

"Go."

Nodding with satisfaction, Viscount Grant registered Ian's name on the list of 'Legal Ascendants of Port Harrison'. This list will be sent to the capital of Nanling Province in a few days, and finally counted in the imperial capital. important part.

Since then, Ian has been an officially registered legal ascensioner - although he is still young, he will be successful in his practice in the future, and will receive preferential treatment in various places, reducing the trouble of many pass passes, and there will be many small caravans I want to put myself in his name.

Viscount Grant was very busy. After registration, he communicated with Elder Pude about the coordination and preparation of the artillery unit for a while, and then saw off the guests.

Following the guidance of the maid, he left the mansion and came to the street. He was obviously relieved. Elder Pude, who had a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and patted Ian's shoulder.

"How about it?"

He whispered, "Little Ian, what do you think of Viscount Grant?"

"Um……"

Ian pondered for a moment, then frowned and said seriously: "If I were a little older, he would definitely attack me."

"This old man's eyes are too direct, I can't stand it."

The old man stopped, showing a shocked expression, hesitating to speak.

After a while, Elder Pude, who was laughing dumbly, shook his head and said, "Indeed, Viscount Grant is indeed not taboo for men and women... But you kid, it's too early to think!"

"He squeezed my hand when I was holding the pocket watch!"

Ian was also half-joking, he could see that Viscount Grant really admired his appearance, but not so blatantly.

If you have to say it, even if Mr. Viscount really has a desire, I am afraid he has a feeling for his psionic energy.

This is a man whose desire for power and power is much higher than his desire for flesh, and a serious template for the imperial aristocracy.

"Viscount Grant may not be a good man, a good nobleman, but he does have ambition, courage and determination."

Taking Ian on the way home in person, Elder Pude said slowly: "What he gave you and me is the true form of the 'Wave Chanter', a kind of inheritance of the lower true form of the water genus, and the power is not strong , and the potential is limited.”

"But even so, it's incredibly precious, something we no longer have."

Elder Pude was silent for a while, Ian also did not speak, and the two fell into silence.

After a while, the old man sighed softly: "Our white people are the descendants of the sinners who made a big mistake in the past and were exiled here."

"The exiled people who have lost their inheritance, power, and protectors should slowly die out, but because I still retain some skills that have nothing to do with the people of white and originate from my dwarf bloodline, so that I can continue to protect my clan after exile."

"what."

Although Ian has long guessed why there is a sublime like Elder Pude among the white people who are exiles, and the reason why the white people have a special status in Harrison Harbor should also be because the other party has unique skills.

But when he looked at the old man's hand, he didn't find any calluses similar to the blacksmith's, so he felt puzzled: "It doesn't look like that..."

"Dwarves are not only blacksmiths. It's been 766 years in Terra, and there can be no such ancient prejudice."

Noticing Ian's gaze, Elder Pude smiled: "What I am good at is actually alchemy and inscriptions, that is, ancient dwarf rune literature, which is why I can become the assistant of the Viscount."

"You're smart... Ian, smarter than I thought."

After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his beard, and he made up his mind: "In this way, starting from tomorrow, every afternoon, I will start classes for those blacksmiths and alchemists in Port Harrison, and select the potential to teach inscription skills."

"You also come to listen to the class. You can understand as much as you can. Anyway, you start from scratch, and you should be able to keep up."

Elder Pude's words didn't mean the slightest rejection, and Ian didn't intend to refuse.

Can you learn the alchemy and inscriptions of Terra continent? He can't say that he is not interested, he can only say that he is elated.

It's just that Ian thinks about the culture class taught by Hilliard every night, and the afternoon inscription class starting tomorrow.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt, as well as a familiar feeling.

"Why am I reincarnated in another world..."

"Do you still have to study and test the certificate every day?"